#𓆩♡𓆪 art by me

[amorifleur]

these two will forever have a special place in my heart so I wanted to share this small sketch 💙🩵

[moonartemisia]

GET TO KNOW ME || Artist Intro

Here's a clear info below in case you can't read it clearly

full body of me as the persona (feel free to use this as my reference if any artist moots who wants to draw me I don't mine :3)

my improvements throughout the timeline :3 (lowkey proud qwq)

Okay, that's sum of it! Idk what to add here, but you can always ask me in my inbox it's always open!

[ctrlemis]

hmm i wonder what won would have to say abt this bff . . .

IM SAYING THAT IF IT WAS HEESEUNG CAELIN WOULD UNDERSTAND DONT THRN THIS ON ME😭😭 DOES WON KNOW ABOUT WONY?? DOES WONY KNOW ABT WON?? HMMMM??

[okkotsuus]

"MEAN MAN" ー michael kaiser 🪽

features: michael kaiser

contents: afab!reader. filthy smut. toxic dynamics (it's kaiser). p in v. no plot, just smut. no condom. dacryphilia. mating press. dom/sub dynamics. degradation/dirty talk. dumbification. overstimulation. edging. hair pulling. marking. 1k.

notes: alice i love you thank you for showing me that kaiser art. first nsfw post on this acc, make sure to block my nsfw tag, #𓆩♡𓆪 fallen ! , if you don't want to see that!

michael has always been a mean man, ever since the day he was born: the first thing he did was bite his mother's breast. the world had done nothing but hurt him all his life. so, naturally, he instinctively hurt it back just a little.

maybe that's why he had you here in the meanest mating press, knees locked against your shoulders as he bullies all eight inches of him into your cunt.

"greedy fuckin' thing, practically sucking me in, yeah?" kaiser grunts, wicked smirk splitting his kiss-bruised lips as blue eyes drag hungrily down your form. his blunt nails dig into the sides of your thighs from where his hands find purchase in hooking under your knees, all to fold you in half beneath him.

your head feels like mush, spinning like a top as you feel fat tears glide down your cheeks. the feel of his cock dragging against your fluttering walls, the little pressures from every single vein that runs along his shaft was beginning to drive you insane.

mindless babbles slip past your lips, too far gone to even think: "please, mihya, need more. please, please...-!!" michael cuts you off with a particularly deep thrust that you feel punching against your cervix almost painfully.

but the lines between pain and pleasure have become so blurred from all the raised skin his biting has left along your form and you just keen in response, back arching impossibly further off the sheets.

the man just chuckles, almost darkly, grabbing at your hands to have them take the place of his in holding your legs up. one hand finds itself squeezing onto your tit, watching the fat try to escape through the gaps between his fingers.

his other hand, however, finds your neglected, swollen clit and rubs achingly slow circles. not enough to bring you over the edge; but just enough to keep you teetering there. for however long he wishes.

michael's hips snap against yours, his head falling back with a throaty groan at the feeling of your gummy cunt clenching like a vice around him. "my pussy's fuckin' soaked, stupid girl likes it when i'm mean?" he questions, voice rasping as it bounces a rumble deep in his chest.

you take just a second too long to answer and his hand slaps against your bundle of nerves, forcing a jolted cry to slip past your swollen lips. he doesn't miss the way you tighten around him, nor the way he throbs when he sees those shiny tears rolling down your cheeks.

kaiser is a mean man; but he's mean to everyone, including himself.

so, he drags out of you, leaving you completely empty to watch your cunt spasm around nothing: almost fascinated. his dick throbs painfully, and you whine and squirm under him, but his eyes remain locked on your fluttering hole like it was the most beautiful art in the world.

"pretty thing, how can i be so mean?" he mumbles, bending to press a chaste kiss against your lips as he realigns himself to your entrance. "let mihya make it better, yeah?"

and with that he slams balls-deep into you with no warning. there's no friction, not with how absolutely soaked you are, but it sure as hell knocks the air from your lungs as a strangled moan is forced from deep in your chest.

ever the mean man, michael gives you no time to recover as his hips piston out of you with a reckless abandon; thumb grinding hard against your clit in a way that has your seeing stars against the back of your eyelids. all his weight forces down against you to leave you utterly helpless as his free hand grabs at the hair near the base of your skull and pulls your head back to bite and suck along the column of your throat.

a pitchy whine leave you like stealing the breath from your lungs as you feel your entire body tense up with the threat of your impending orgasm. hell, with how good kaiser is fucking you into the mattress: it might be rigor mortis setting in. this would be a good way to die.

he knows you're close, so is he, so his hand leaves your hair to find purchase in the dip of your waist and pulls you into him with every thrust of his hips: fucking you back on his cock and letting him find that perfect spongy spot that you know only he can hit.

if it were up to michael, you'd never fuck another man: simply because none will ever make you feel as good as him.

your climax comes like a dam bursting, pussy constricting around kaiser as you damn near sob: hot tears falling over your bottom lashes as you stare up at him with wide eyes.

it's your expression that gets him, though, balls tightening as he grunts back a moan and nearly falls against you, hand catching himself on the pillow under your head. he twitches as he cums, warmth flooding deep into your body as kaiser weakly pumps his hips into you to hear you whine.

yeah, michael is a mean, mean man. but he fucks you so good that you think you can forgive him, just this once...

hell, let's not kid anyone, this will never be a one-time thing.

⚜️ ㅤ okkotsuus ㅤ 25

[sugarandspiceevol]

"Accidental Confessions" – LI Reactions to Hearing MC Say "I Love You" for the First Time 💖

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🌙✨ "They hear MC say ‘I love you’ for the first time… but MC doesn’t realize they heard" – The inner turmoil and how they respond when MC eventually finds out. 💖

𓆩♡𓆪 Reactions 𓆩♡𓆪 SFW

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「 ✦ Xavier ✦ 」

Winter in Lincoln is always your favorite time of year. When the snow clings to the ground and the streets grow quiet and cozy, you feel an added layer of happiness seeping through your bones.

Being outside makes it all the more wonderful, and spending an evening in the snow with your boyfriend completes the picture in ways you never thought possible.

“How is it?” Xavier asks as you taste the hot mulled wine that promises cinnamon and spiced flavors. As much as you’d wanted to like it, the bitter taste of the wine and the sweetness of the spices don’t mix very well. You smile despite this and nod, feeling mischievous in the cold weather.

“It’s delicious! Try it!” you say with a smile, handing over the paper cup. He takes it with a smile and sips, his face wincing as he gets a taste. Your laughter is muffled by the falling snow outside the winter market.

“You tricked me,” he says, though his words are accusing, his face is smiling.

“I had to get you back for that stunt you pulled last date night,” you say with a grin. He rolls his eyes — the look is cute on his face.

The rest of the evening slips away as you walk through the market and try new food together. When date night is over, you're back on the train. Xavier’s chronic sleepiness rears its head, and like always, he leans his head on your shoulder to sleep on the ride back home.

In the quiet of the car, you smooth his hair out of his face and whisper, “I love you,” trying the words out on your lips, your heart racing at how perfect and right they feel. Maybe, when the time is right, you’ll say it to him while he’s awake.

“I love you too,” he says softly, and your heart almost leaps out of your chest. He lifts his head up only slightly, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“I—I thought you were asleep,” you say, stammering, your cheeks reddening.

“I was,” he says with a soft smile. “But I always wake up for things that are important. So… I love you too.”

Yes. Absolutely, winter is the best time.

「 ✦ Rafayel ✦ 」

The thing about paint is that it gets everywhere. You’re not sure how your boyfriend and artist, Rafayel, manages to always look so clean and pristine when he’s working with colors and paint. In spite of all this, you persist, trying to silence your harsh inner critic as you paint a pretty beach scene in your local arts and crafts class. This is your fourth freestyle class, which is perfect as you’re learning the basics and can borrow the paints and canvas that you don't own yourself.

Your instructor, a kind older woman, stops by your station and smiles. “What are you trying to say with your painting?” She’s been asking everyone that, and you hadn’t thought through your answer, so you say what’s on your mind.

“I want it to say… I love you,” you say, a faint blush coming to your cheeks.

“Really?” This voice belongs not to your instructor but to a very familiar voice that makes you almost jump out of your skin. You turn to face your boyfriend, who has a bag of purchased art supplies in his hand and a smile on his face brighter than the sun.

“You love me?”

“Raf!” you say, your voice up three octaves. “What are you doing here?”

He waves his hand. “I'm a painter. I came for paints. But never mind that. Say it again. I want to hear it.”

Your head spins around at the rest of your class, who have tuned into the conversation, and you want to be swallowed up by the floor. He steps forward and pokes your cheeks playfully.

“What was that?”

“I—” Your voice cracks under the emotional weight of how much you mean what you’re about to say. Your cheeks warm further. “I love you. Rafayel.”

He leans down until he’s at your eye level, and you almost have to look away at how beautiful he is.

“I love you too.” He kisses your forehead. “And I love your painting,” he whispers at the end.

Maybe messy paint fingers aren't all so bad.

「 ✦ Sylus ✦ 」

Digital planners are a fantastic creation that you recently discovered through your booked and busy boyfriend, Sylus. His schedule is often jam-packed, and he’d shared his calendar with you — a new level of trust you’d giggled and kicked your feet over — and showed you how to set up one of your own.

Occasionally, you’ll get a notification that he’s requesting to place something on your calendar, and occasionally, you’ll send one to him. You could just text or call, but this was cuter.

As you check your calendar this evening, there’s a scheduled date night sent by the busy man that stretches into the night. You’d been excited about it all week, talking nonstop at work about what he could have planned. You spent time getting your hair and nails done — even spent precious wanderer-hunting training time picking out the perfect outfit. And it was halfway through trying on dresses that the thought had almost knocked you over.

You love this man. Butterflies bloomed in your stomach at the thought, and you’d needed to sit down. At first, it was fun — this dating thing — and then it had grown more serious, and now… now you felt something so deep it could only mean one thing.

The day of the date, you were fooling around with your calendar at midnight when you created a new entry for yourself. “Tell Sylus I love him.” You titled it. Not that you needed the reminder. But still.

Moments after adding the private event to your calendar, your phone buzzed. Sylus.

You smiled and picked up. “I was just thinking about you,” you say, perhaps a little dreamily.

“Yes, I can see that,” he says, his deep voice tinged with amusement.

You look around, wondering if he could see you somehow. “You can?” you say, confused.

“Tell Sylus, I love him, at midnight.” He repeats, his voice definitely colored with amusement and affection. “You know, sweetie, I’ve got to teach you how to work the privacy settings on your calendar.”

You feel your heart skid to a stop. Oh no. Oh no!

“You— I— oh! Oh my gosh!” you stammer out, and there’s a chuckle on the other end of the line.

“Don’t worry. I’ll accept your invite. I can’t wait to hear it in person,” his voice says smoothly.

There’s a ping on your phone, and you look down at your notifications.

There’s a new calendar invite: “Tell Y/N that I love them back” at midnight.

「 ✦ Caleb ✦ 」

“See, it’s not so scary,” Caleb is saying as you watch a few of the Farspace Fleet team land safely, their parachutes helping them glide down gracefully.

When Caleb had first told you about what the fleet does “for fun,” you had (gently) bonked him on the head for doing something so dangerous for “fun.” And now, as you watched, there was absolutely no way you were letting him continue to do this. An emergency is one thing, but jumping out of planes thousands of miles in the air is another.

“Look, I’m so sure it’s perfectly safe that I think you should do it with me,” he says, that cute Caleb smile on his face. That… was pretty convincing. Your boyfriend is the most protective person you know, and he’d never actively put you in danger. Plus, you reasoned, his evol being gravity would help if he was ever actually in danger.

Somehow he’d gotten you to agree — get on a plane, get strapped to him in a parachute, and stand at the open door of a flying craft. And in the midst of all that, you’d realized you’d had the courage to do this but not the courage to tell him the three simple words you’d felt for him this entire time.

You could tell that he was giving you instructions, but you couldn’t hear what they were. The earpiece in your ear seemed to not be picking up what he was saying — perhaps you were on two different channels. But you got the gist of it from his hand motions. The roar of the air made his voice impossible to hear without the earpiece.

And when it was time, you got an idea. Maybe you could say it now — when he can’t hear you. And maybe it’ll help you be brave enough to say it when you land.

You watched his fingers count down, and as he hit one, you said it — your voice just above a whisper.

“I love you!”

And you were off, diving through the air, strapped to the man you loved most in the world. It was… fantastic. You understood almost immediately why he did this despite how scary it looked.

There are a few moments as he pulls on the parachute and guides you down gently. You can feel the pull of his evol making the landing even softer.

You unhook yourself, your hair wild and free, laughter bubbling up like joy in your throat.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in for a kiss, your heart beating fast. “Wow!” you say with a smile as you pull back. “That was amazing!”

He smiles, stroking your cheek. “You’re amazing,” he says softly. “And I love you too.”

Your cheeks redden, but you feel… happy. Happier than ever. “You heard that, huh?”

He smooths your hair. “Yeah, but don’t worry. The feeling’s mutual.”

「 ✦ Zayne ✦ 」

You would be in awe of just how perfect it is to be dating a sweet doctor when you’re sick — if you weren’t feeling like actual crap. Moving from bed seems like a gigantic task with how weak and low-energy you are.

Zayne removes the temperature reader from your forehead with a tsk. “You definitely have a fever,” he murmurs softly.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, feeling guilt eat away at your insides. You were on vacation — two weeks' worth of it — and it was starting off with you sick as hell.

He raises an eyebrow at you, faint amusement in his eyes. “What are you sorry for? It’s not like you chose to have food poisoning.”

You can’t argue with that, but you still huff a sigh. “But still… sick in bed is hardly what I wanted for our time off.”

He shakes his head. “I told you, whether we’re in the Bahamas or just in bed at home, any time with you feels like a holiday.”

“You’re sweet.”

He chuckles. “Get some rest. I’m going to find a local store and get you some medicine.”

Sleep overtakes you then, and you feel the true definition of fever dreams as you sweat out whatever had poisoned your system. You dream of Zayne — taking care of you, feeding you gently, and cuddling you. You even giggle at the thought of him using his evol to cool off your body temperature. It’s a sweet dream.

“I love you, Zayne,” you blurt to dream Zayne, whose eyes go all soft around the edges, feeling so real.

“You love me?” he repeats, his hand tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. That feels really real too. These fever dreams are really immersive.

“I do,” you confirm, feeling safe and secure in your little dream world.

He chuckles softly. “You’re delirious from your fever.”

“Maybe so,” you say softly, eyes closed. “Doesn’t change the fact that I love you. And when I wake up… maybe… maybe I’ll say it to you then,” you say with a yawn.

Zayne smiles down sweetly at you as you actually doze back to sleep. “Yes, well, maybe I’ll say it back to you when you wake up.”

— Hours later, you wake in Zayne’s arms. The fever and slosh in your head seem to have calmed down quite a bit. As you blink awake, you feel heat creeping up your neck, cheeks, and forehead. Oh. Oh no.

You sit up, stirring a sleeping Zayne awake.

“How are you feeling?” he asks sleepily, putting his hand to your forehead to check your temperature. “Your fever broke. That’s good… why are you looking at me like that?”

“Did I… did I, uh, say anything during my fever?” you ask.

He smiles. “No.”

You release a sigh of relief, and he grins wider. “Except this one part where you said that you loved me. And that you’d tell me when you woke up.”

Your blush is legendary. “Oh… so that did happen.”

He nods. “That did happen,” he confirms with a smile.

“Well… I also… remember you saying you’d say it back,” you respond, your voice soft and small and hopeful.

His eyes soften again, a hand coming to your cheek. “I’ll say it first if you like — though, I think that title belongs to you.”

He tilts his head just slightly, his eyes warm and affectionate. “I love you.” His voice is steady, sure.

You feel your heart doing several backflips at once.

…

“I love you too… Zayne.”

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[mashtatosworld]

eyes on me (1)

summary: the beginning of your story with bigbang as a producer for the MADE documentary. but timing is everything in life. and it can split a person in two.

a/n: this will be a jiyong x reader x daesung series <3

The room was stifling.

You sat rigid, fingers clenched around your pen, silently willing yourself not to meet the eyes that had been burning into you for the last hour.

Unrelenting.

Dark.

Distrustful.

He hated you.

And he barely even knew your name.

Yang Hyunsuk continued talking, your boss nodding along beside you as you took notes diligently, pretending not to notice the weight of that gaze.

GDragon - Kwon Jiyong - made sharp, pointed comments between long stretches of silence. Each one caused your grip on the pen to falter.

“This is bullshit.”

“I refuse to cooperate.”

“I’d sooner jump off stage than film this documentary.”

This meeting was supposed to be exciting.

Your first real assignment beyond editing drafts or scrolling through fashion blogs - a role as a producer for Big Bang’s MADE tour documentary. But the band’s reactions were… mixed.

Understandable, of course.

They were intensely private.

And you?

You were the outsider, the threat. The girl with the pen and the camera and too many questions.

Especially to him.

Jiyong.

He didn’t trust you.

“I can assure you all that y/n is very good at her job,” your boss said, attempting to smooth things over. “She’ll ask questions only if you feel comfortable answering.”

“I won’t be answering anything,” Jiyong said flatly.

Hyunsuk sighed, clearly tired of this.

But then Daesung leaned forward, folding his hands on the glass table. “I think… this could be exciting.”

You met his kind eyes and gave a small, grateful smile. “A lot of artists look back on their tour footage fondly. We’re simply capturing the memories while they’re happening.”

“And sharing them with the world,” Jiyong muttered, not even looking at you.

You quickly looked down again.

“I’m in,” Youngbae offered with a shrug, glancing around. “I mean, how much harm could it do?”

“A lot,” Seunghyun muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “But… art is art. This is just another expression of it.”

Eventually, one by one, the others began to agree - mostly reluctantly, but the decision was made. The documentary was happening.

And you could finally breathe again.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

You slipped out of the boardroom the moment the papers were signed and made a direct path to the water dispenser. Your hands trembled slightly as you filled the paper cup.

You’re okay. It’s fine. You’ve got this.

"I'm looking forward to it."

You jumped at the voice, nearly spilling your drink. Turning around, you found Daesung standing behind you, hands tucked in his pockets, smiling gently.

“Oh - sorry. I didn’t hear you.”

He tilted his head. “Didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to say… I think this’ll be a good thing.”

You smiled, nerves easing. “Thank you. I’ve always wanted to travel, so it’s already a dream job.”

He grinned. “Ah, well… tour life isn't always that dreamy. We live off instant noodles, energy drinks and alcohol. Mostly Seunghyun and Jiyong’s fault, honestly.”

You laughed, surprising yourself. “Good to know. I enjoy a glass of wine myself."

“So you'll fit right in.” He chuckled, then hesitated. “You’ll be okay, y/n.”

You met his gaze. “I hope so.”

And just like that, the sharp edges of your day began to soften.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

It didn’t take long to learn that while the boys were a tight-knit group, each of them were wildly different in energy and temperament. Youngbae was warm and helpful. Seunghyun was mischievous but kind in his own way. Daesung was steady - your soft landing.

And Jiyong?

Jiyong was still a wall you couldn't climb.

He hadn’t said a word to you since that meeting. Hadn’t acknowledged your presence, even when the camera passed over him in rehearsals or during casual crew meals.

But he watched.

You felt it.

And it was only a matter of time before that fire did something more than just burn.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Touring with Big Bang was like being stuck inside a fever dream.

The days blurred into long stretches of rehearsal, cramped travel, last-minute tech issues, and night after night of performances that left you breathless - even from behind the camera.

And through all of it, you were alone.

Floating on the edges of the crew, invisible in the shadows, with your headphones on and your clipboard clutched like armour.

You were good at your job. Everyone said so.

But being surrounded by a group as close as BigBang- brothers in every sense of the word - made your isolation feel ten times heavier.

The hardest part?

Jiyong still hadn’t said a word to you.

He’d laugh with Youngbae, joke with Seunghyun, hang off Daesung’s shoulder like the most charming man on earth - but with you, it was silence.

Except his eyes.

He looked at you.

Always.

Sharp glances across the dressing room. Lingering stares during soundcheck. You’d turn a corner and find him already watching.

You couldn’t decide if you wanted to run or ask him why.

But then, during a show in Osaka, something cracked.

You were standing in the wings, eyes following Jiyong as he strutted off-stage after Zutter - sweat-soaked and breathless, his mic swinging from his hand.

He was dazzling.

Magnetic.

You didn’t expect him to look your way.

And you definitely didn’t expect him to collapse.

It was like a string had been cut - his body dropping suddenly, gracelessly, onto the floor.

The crew screamed.

Chaos erupted.

You didn’t think.

You just ran.

Dropping your gear, you were the first at his side, kneeling beside him as he fought to stay conscious.

His skin was blazing hot, clothes soaked through.

Heatstroke.

You’d seen it before.

And you knew it could be life-threatening.

You grabbed a cold bottle of water from the nearest outstretched hand, pressing it to his neck, fanning his face with your hand.

Other frantic hands joined yours, but they focused on tugging at his clothes, unzipping the jacket only to force a new one in its place.

"What are you doing?" you snapped at them but they didn't listen to you, only focused on dressing him for his next song.

The idol gasped for breath, squeezing his eyes shut as his vision blurred.

“Jiyong - hey, just breathe,” you urged, voice soft but firm. “You’re okay. You’re going to be okay.”

He blinked, dazed, unfocused. You could see the fear behind his eyes. The confusion.

“We need a medic - ” His manager was yelling behind you, but Jiyong’s fingers clutched yours suddenly.

Desperate.

Shaky.

Scared.

You didn’t pull away. You squeezed back.

It was the first time he’d touched you.

Minutes passed.

"I need to go back on," he murmured, trying to lift his head from the floor. "I need - " his head hit the ground again, unable to hold himself up.

He was still due to go back on stage for Bae Bae, the opening chords awakening him from his daze.

"You need to rest," you denied but a flurry of hands soon swept him up and somehow, he remained standing. Stumbling under the lights, finishing the song with sheer willpower and muscle memory.

But the moment he was offstage again, he collapsed straight into your arms.

You caught him.

Knees hitting the ground as he sagged against you. You carefully guided him to the ground, your hand became trapped beneath his head but you let it stay there, offering him what comfort you could.

“I’ve got you,” you whispered. “You’re okay. Just breathe.”

He didn’t speak. Didn’t open his eyes. Just gripped your hand like a lifeline.

And for that moment… there was no tense silence between you.

Just two people in the quiet chaos of something real.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

You hadn't seen him since that night.

A week passed by and the band were finally ready to perform again. And they did. It had been nerve-wracking, watching from the sidelines, your eyes pinned to Jiyong the whole time - wondering if he was ok.

But he had put on a show stopping performance and you breathed out in relief when it was over.

“Hey,” Daesung appeared beside you just as you were packing up camera batteries in the empty dressing room. “Would you maybe, um... did you want to grab some drinks later?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Really? Me?”

"Daesung!" Seunghyun called from across the room, half-way out of the door. "Are you inviting her out tonight?"

"Yeah but - "

"Perfect. Meet us at the club! We've booked a booth." He was gone again and you turned your eyes back to Daesung whose shoulders slumped forward with a sigh.

"So it's a group outing?"

“Yeah.” He murmured. “I guess it is."

You hesitated, then nodded. “Okay... I'll see you there then."

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The club was already dark and hazy by the time you arrived.

You found the others crammed into a private lounge area in the back, sharing drinks and laughing together.

You weren’t exactly dressed to impress - light jacket, hair pinned back, your usual practical self - but Daesung smiled when he saw you.

He sat beside you for a while, keeping you company as Seunghyun and Youngbae got into a heated debate over setlists, but the music was so loud that it made casual conversation nearly impossible.

Eventually, Daesung leaned in.

“This isn't really my kind of scene,” he said, with a frown. “I think I’m gonna head back.”

“Oh… okay.” You tried not to sound disappointed.

“Did you - well, are you staying here?"

You blinked, then looked down at the drink in your hand. Was that an invitation to leave with him or was the alcohol making you read into things that weren't there?

“I guess?" You looked back at him, hopeful, waiting for his response.

He cleared his throat and nodded. "Ok. Stay safe, y/n. Don't do anything I wouldn't."

He gave your shoulder a warm squeeze and slipped out, leaving you sandwiched between a couple of backup dancers and your untouched drink.

A wave of disappointment and rejection rolled over you.

You needed air.

You saw the sign for the outdoor smoking area and hurried towards it. But the moment the door shut behind you, the music muffled, you felt a pair of eyes on you.

Jiyong was already out there. Alone.

Leaning against the far railing, cigarette between his fingers, drink in the other. The city lights scattered behind him like a crown, and even from this distance, you felt him watching you.

You froze.

He didn’t move. Just tilted his head slightly, lifting his glass in greeting.

You gave him a quick nod and crossed to the far end of the terrace, dragging in a breath as you leaned against the cool rail. You weren’t trying to bother him.

But then… you weren’t trying to avoid him either.

Minutes passed. You could hear the flick of his lighter, the exhale of smoke. Feel the weight of his gaze.

Then - footsteps.

Slow. Measured.

He stopped beside you, far too close for comfort, and yet you didn’t shift away.

“You don’t smoke,” he murmured, glancing down at your hands.

“Just needed air.”

He hummed low in his throat. “Me too," And then he took a long, pointed drag of his cigarette, looking down at you with an amused smirk.

You laughed lightly, shaking your head. "Very refreshing."

Jiyong nodded, raising a brow. "Ah, you see it's not just about the air out here. The view helps. I'm a very visual person."

His gaze travelled from the city lights back to you.

You didn’t answer.

His cologne was heady, his voice low and lazy with drink, and the heat of his body at your side was… distracting.

"I'm sorry I've been giving you such a hard time," he added after a beat. "I've been under a lot of pressure. And I don't always deal with my feelings very well. Especially if I'm nervous... You make me nervous - if that wasn't clear."

"Oh." You tightened your grip on the rail. "Is that... because of the documentary? Because of the questions?"

"What questions?" he teased. "You haven't asked me any yet."

You gave him a sidewards glance. "Is that such a surprise?"

He shook his head, casting his smile back to the city lights. "Ask me one now. I promise I'll answer."

"Ok..." You tilted your head in thought, wracking your brain for the right thing to say. All of the questions on your list back at the hotel seemed to slip your mind. "Are you having fun tonight?"

Jiyong hadn't been expecting that and laughed loudly, prompting you to smile. His radiance was infectious.

"No," he shook his head still smiling. "I wasn't, but now I think that's changing."

"Oh, it must be the fresh air," you inclined your head towards his burning cigarette with a playful smirk.

"Something like that," he murmured, taking a drag as he held your gaze. “Can I ask you a question now?”

“I'd prefer to remain a mystery,” you said smoothly.

“Shame.”

You met his intense gaze suddenly.

His lips were curved - not into a smile, not quite - and his eyes were hooded, flicking briefly to your mouth before meeting your stare again.

He set his glass down and dropped his cigarette into the remains of gold liquid.

Your breath caught.

Your heart was a drum in your chest, pounding louder than the bass of the club. His watchful gaze held you still - not demanding, but full of that unmistakable pull, the kind that made it hard to think.

You felt his hand skim the edge of your hip, then flatten against your lower back. The contact sent a shock straight through you.

“This is a bad idea,” you breathed.

“Definitely,” he said, before closing the distance.

His mouth caught yours in a kiss that was all fire and frustration, months of tension crashing together in one dizzying, hungry second.

He tasted like rum and smoke and trouble.

One hand tangled into your hair, the other still firm against your back as he drew you in.

You melted into his heated touch before you could stop yourself.

The kiss wasn’t slow or sweet - it was sharp-edged, breathless, the kind that left no room for questions.

Your back hit the railing and he pressed in closer, deepening it, tongue brushing yours as your hands gripped his jacket.

He pulled back just barely, lips grazing yours, breathing heavy. “Tell me to stop.”

You didn’t.

Instead, you kissed him again - harder this time - fingers slipping into his hair, tugging, losing yourself in the heat of it all. The city lights behind your closed eyes blurred into nothing, the bass inside became background noise, and all you could feel was him.

When he finally pulled back for air, you were flushed, dazed, and trembling slightly.

His thumb dragged lightly over your bottom lip, and his eyes locked on yours with something unreadable.

“Come with me,” he said. It wasn’t a question. It didn’t need to be.

You let him take your hand.

The walk back to the hotel was a blur - the quiet hush of empty hallways, the weight of silence thick with anticipation.

His hotel door clicked shut behind you.

And the rest - the way he touched you like he’d been waiting all tour to have you, the soft gasp of your name in the dark, your hands fisted in his dark hair - it all unfolded like a secret you weren’t supposed to discover.

But you did.

You remembered it. Every second.

And so did he.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

It hadn't stopped there.

You had thought it would be over when you slipped out of Jiyong’s hotel room the morning after.

One night.

A simple mistake.

A mix of exhaustion, too much alcohol, and loneliness wrapped in heat and urgency. That’s all it was.

But then it happened again.

And you stopped counting eventually. Somewhere along the line, it stopped feeling like a mistake.

It wasn't just the sex - though God, that was something.

It was the way he looked at you in the dark, after everything.

Quiet.

Raw.

Human.

Not G-Dragon. Not the legend or the headline.

Just Jiyong.

Maybe it started as a way to blow off steam.

You were constantly chasing light, capturing emotion, stitching together a documentary that didn’t step too far into their privacy but still said something.

Meanwhile, he was burning at both ends - switching between stages and press rooms, trying to keep his head on straight when the weight of his persona grew too heavy.

And yet… when it was just the two of you - hidden behind locked doors and drawn curtains - it was like exhaling after holding your breath for days.

You saw him soften.

You saw him shed.

He became talkative during interviews, more present, more grounded. And you started smiling more too, laughing off the stress, knowing you'd have somewhere - someone - to fall into at the end of the night.

It wasn’t love.

But it was something.

And neither of you wanted to name it just yet.

So it stayed hidden.

Although you soon learned that privacy was rare in the life of an idol.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

It was meant to be a prank.

They’d done it to Jiyong before: wait till he was mid-shower, break into his hotel room with the spare key, film him briefly, and vanish before he could snatch the phone.

Classic chaos. Group tradition.

So that night, while Jiyong was in his suite - supposedly alone - the others crept in, snickering like children, phones already rolling to film his inevitable scream when he saw them.

But when they burst into the bathroom, throwing open the door with a loud “YAH, GDRAGON, NICE ASS - ”

They froze.

So did you.

You and Jiyong were both behind the steamy glass of the shower, pressed up against each other, your hands caught somewhere they shouldn’t be.

For a second, no one moved.

Then you shrieked.

Loudly.

Jiyong’s arm shot out to pull you behind him. “WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Youngbae gasped and dropped his phone, covering his eyes. “Oh my god - ”

“Well that explains everything!” Seunghyun barked, already cackling as Daesung quickly backed out of the room. “I knew you were smiling more lately.”

“Hyung - shut the damn door!” Jiyong shouted.

Youngbae scrambled, eyes covered as he bashed into the door with a thud before blindly feeling for the handle and yanking it closed.

You leaned your forehead against Jiyong’s chest, mortified. “Oh my god.”

He sighed dramatically, rubbing your back. “Well, that’s one way to make it official.”

You smacked his shoulder. “This is so bad - ”

He grinned, brushing wet hair from your face. “Or maybe it's getting good.”

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

am i starting another series? yes. don't yell at me.

but don't worry, i've already got the next three chapters mostly finished...

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[cherie-doll]

How do you think the cod guys (you date and work together) would react and treat you if you had gotten unwell, they noticed and then you were diagnosed with a auto immune disease? Like lupus, various auto immune arthritis conditions(rheumatoid, psoriatic) , chroins or w/e?

How would they be able to handle your new weakened self?

This is a pretty self indulgent request and I just want to know if they'd still love me.

Ps. I love the art you use.

“it’s never lupus”

𓆩♡𓆪 Headcanon: You Find Out You're Sick

=͟͟͞♡ Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves, Makarov, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

Price

He had noticed your how your performance which was usually average or above average suddenly started declining, he was more worried than upset so he decided to talk you into taking some time off and visiting the medic

He's saying this not only as your superior but also as your s/o, even if it was just something small (or so you both assumed) he would still want you to take care of yourself, even if he finds himself very busy he would come check up on you every now and then

That was until the doctors told you it was something far more serious that was affecting your body and would affect how you did things from now on

While it may have discouraged you, Price always made time for you, especially since he wanted to comfort you best he could, he wouldn't treat you less nor be too overprotective, he knows how capable you still are

Knowing what would affect you would be long-term, he didn't want you to let that get in the way of living your best life, he still comes around as much as he can to remind you how much he loves you still

Ghost

You said you were doing fine, but he knew that you had let it get to you, deep on the inside you were a little hurt, sometimes it became hard to deal with the medications and treatments knowing it was all for nothing if it meant being like this for the rest of your life

Simon would have some trouble knowing just how much to let his worry for you show, he just wants you to be healthy and happy, so it might become a little overbearing when he's always telling you to take your meds, or holds you back from being a little reckless

You're not child, you remind him, but he prefers being your silent reminder rather than verbally expressing it

In a way he could understand the part about having to deal with this lifelong, some things no matter how hard you tried to cover or search for a cure just couldn't be completely buried, so he tried his best to help you manage it in his quiet way

Soap

It had taken a long time before you were diagnosed, many tests and doctors appointments later you were finally told what had been happening to your body

It had felt like a betrayal, you had taken care of it well, you would frequently join Johnny on his morning runs (when he managed to get up early) and even train with him to improve, he had been recently saying how much better you had gotten at working out

But he had also seen those small changes in you; mostly how you could no longer ignore "small" pains that seemed to bother you constantly, he too had worried when not even the doctor could give you a clear answer

The feelings of anxiety and frustration had nearly been too much for you, and despite you focusing on mostly yourself now, he never made you feel bad for it, he was there at your side, not resenting you for suddenly feeling unable to spend time with him

If you preferred to sit and do some other activity rather than go out, he would do what suited you better

Gaz

He's always been attentive to all your needs; emotional and physical, so no doubt it was due to his nagging that you went to the doctor in time to get treated, you didn't have to be confused about these new symptoms that had begun to interfere in your daily life

You hated how unpredictable your illness could be, Kyle taught you to be patient with your body, to not expect too much out of it, he took care of you better than if you were alone

If you've had to adjust your diet and lifestyle, he would greatly help with it, before you would carelessly prepare your meals just to have something to eat, and it's become increasingly hard to keep track of small things like your meals

He's made all the necessary adjustments to help you manage, even if you think it's a little annoying at times how much you have to care now, he's able to still cradle your face in his hands and give you reassurance that you'll learn to live with it

He doesn't let you wallow in your sadness too much either, your thoughts could easily make you look at life grimly, but he's constantly showing you ways to still find joy in the little things, and with time your attitude improves

Roach

If it weren't for him laying it so heavy on you going to the doctor then you probably wouldn't have gone yourself, you kept dismissing those symptoms and when you got back the diagnosis he was probably more worried than you were

Frankly, you were scared, if you had never gone through so much all at once then it was difficult for you to deal with all this, but he wouldn't leave you not even when you felt like this was something you had to deal with yourself

He did all he could to keep you cheerful and content, he wasn't just about to let you deal with it by yourself, especially since you could confide in him and let him know how you felt

There had always been a quiet and mutual understanding between you two, so it was easy for you to lean on him when things were hard, even if you felt overwhelmed by all the symptoms and new feelings that came with this disease

He wasn't only your partner but a friend too

Alejandro

Feel like he'd be tempted to put things aside to assist you when you really needed him, perhaps he wouldn't be able to do much to keep you from experiencing physical pain or complications, but he would do whatever he could in his reach to make you feel just as loved if not even more than before

On some days even small tasks and chores like getting up, starting your day, making something to eat or even remembering to take medication to alleviate the pain is hard for you, he would be by your side no matter what

He would want you to focus solely on yourself, and even when you expressed how terrible you felt for having to rely on him so much, he'd tell you a million different ways how he doesn't mind it, he'd do anything for you

He encourages you to re-evaluate your priorities; your number one job right now is to only worry about yourself, he'll take care of the rest

Rudy

My boy Rodolfo was worried sick for you, he noticed you were missing more days and despite him not being the one you told everything to, he still felt a need to find out what had been going on, you were his s/o after all

When he found out about the frequent visits to doctors to try and pinpoint what the problem was, he felt a little disappointed you didn't come to him but he hid it away not wanting you to feel like it was another burden to carry, you were far busier worrying about your health

He did everything he could to help you, offered to accompany you to doctor's appointments and so on until you got a diagnosis back, he's not entirely sure how to navigate this but he knew the one thing you would need was support

Sometimes you get frustrated not being able to do certain things or having to refrain for your health, but thanks to Rodolfo, your resentment and bitter feelings go away when he's around

His acts of service have served to prove how much he cares for you, you're always in the back of his mind not only when he's with you but also when he's out alone; he makes you feel loved even during tough times

Phillip Graves

You were worried what his reaction would be, you dreaded telling him because he was the type to immediately tell you to rest even if you got a cold or were feeling too hot, you didn't doubt his love for you, because he would do anything for you

Which in a way worried you, he was so busy with his new tasks that maybe he wouldn't have time for you in your newfound condition, there were always a hundred other people that needed his attention before you, or so you thought

But he listened quietly, and with care made sure that you were getting the rest that your body needed, and don't dare think to neglect yourself even if you think your disease isn't so severe

Perhaps there may be tense moments where you became fed up with it all; with the way some people treated you, how doctors treated you, how you viewed yourself.. but he was always able to sneak in a kiss on the cheek or some other small but significant way to make you smile at his actions

There was just no way you could not keep your face from showing happiness when you saw him, he had always had that effect on you and even now it overshadowed your negative thoughts

Makarov

Usually this man keeps tabs on you even if he isn't physically there with you at the moment, but he hadn't been there to notice your deteriorating health, or how you now had to take medicine when you had flare-ups, etc..

Either way word reach him and he suddenly came back, it felt strange having him give you a look over, his eyes observing you and he noticed how you had changed small, minor details in your routine

You felt weird having him perched like a hawk watching you, but in his eyes he was just doing what he could to care for you, he no longer wanted you to overwork yourself like you often did, against your protests he put his foot down and would not allow you to do anything unless he has deemed it safe beforehand

Even if you faked annoyance it was sort of heartwarming seeing him secretly care so much, you know he's never casual about anything and he wouldn't simply dismiss something like this

Keegan

He didn't have to go around finding things out because you were upfront about it with him, you had recently begun complaining of some pain in your muscles, at first you had shrugged it off, thinking it was from your last mission, it wasn't unusual to experience this

But it persisted, so much that you decided to go visit the medic on base along with Keegan, and while he came out fine, you had to stay back longer until a doctor was able to look at you

You assumed he had gone back to his barracks, but he had stayed waiting outside hoping it wasn't anything serious, you were surprised to walk out and meet his eyes when he raised his head

He can tell by the look on your face when you're in pain or something is bothering you, he can also tell when you're not in the mood to be open about it and he complies, but that won't stop him from caring for you

König

He was more worried than you were, and rightfully so, it was something new to him, he hadn't gone through this himself so he was afraid of how little he knew, especially since it was happening to the person he thought of so dearly

He tried to hide his anxiety, but never had be been so worried, you tried your best to assure him that it wasn't as bad as he thought, even if doctors couldn't cure it, there was no reason why he should be losing sleep, you would still live an average life

To give some sense of relief to König, you made changes and tried your best to adapt even when it became increasingly difficult at times, you knew the man beside you would always be there and it gave you some comfort to have someone to share your problems with

His company helped you cope better than any other treatment, maybe it was his big and imposing figure that made you think of him as your gentle guardian, he would watch over you and you never doubted his love

Horangi

It was difficult at first and you really had thought you would be stagnant at this point in life, you feared not being able to advance or go anywhere, you still had so many goals and dreams you would like to reach, but him seeing you struggle made his heart clench

He wanted to accommodate you best he could, he also didn't want to make the mistake of not being informed and he didn't want you feeling alone if he couldn't understand

He would accompany you to the pharmacy, the doctor and any other place where you might need his help, he knew you were plenty capable but if walking beside you helped you feel a little more secure in your footing, then he would accompany you everywhere

And if at any point the stress became too much, he gently reminded you that he didn't mind supporting you, you weren't a burden at all, it would be his pleasure to help meet your needs

Nikto

You thought he wouldn't notice, you had barely noticed it yourself, but perhaps Nikto had caught it quite early on, it had gone unnoticed by you how often he had a habit of watching you, it was a custom he had

He knew how you did things, your routine, your habits and everything, so it was unusual to him how much you struggled now to concentrate, while you wrote it off as not getting enough sleep Nikto was already taking notes

He also didn't think it was normal for you to suddenly become so tired or come up with rashes, he sort of casually brought up when your next check up was and told you to get it done sooner, and how surprised you were when you came back with the results

You probably trust him more with reminding you to do certain things so now he's become your notepad, if it were someone else he wouldn't even bat an eye, but since it's you he's letting you do whatever, like a cat that becomes fond of a person

He doesn't mind being soft with you either if it means making you feel just a little bit better on a day when you're feeling down

[aixeko]

Hi good evening, morning or afternoon Aixeko. I was wondering if you could write an intersex Arlecchino x fem reader who spend their wedding night on the beach.

𓆩♡𓆪 “ DID I DREAM THAT WE DANCED FOREVER,

in a wish that we made together, on a night that I prayed would never end ” 𓆩♡𓆪

| Starring | Newly-wed Intersex-Service-Top!Arlecchino x Pillow princess?Reader

| Setting | Wedding night on the beach

| Scenario |  [ REQUESTED WORK | SHORT FIC ] SMUT! With tooth rotting fluff. Pronouns are not used, only female anatomy is used. The children call the reader by the title “Mother.” Soft Arle. Skinny dip. Semi-Public love making. Aftercare. So fluffy it’s making me barf rainbow. Arle is mainly referred to as Peruere. Not really proofread.

► RADIO CHANNEL [Author note]

× My first request, had to prioritize this first over my current w.i.p arle fic lmao × This also reminded me of my first fic of Arle, which is the "Peruere" one, it's exactly how I imagine their wedding was like 🥹 Perhaps those who read it can take it as a little prequel to the fic × Anyway, I assumed you wanted smut from the intersex Arle part so here it is, no angst which is surprising. Hope you enjoy <3

[ Word count: 2240 ] | Art credit: Nuiilar on Twitter

The harmonious voices of the children's choir sound through the velvety night sky, their melodic tones blending in perfect unison with the tender moment unfolding before their very eyes. At the sight of their father dipping their mother for an intimate kiss, the children can't help but be sent into fits of gleeful excitement, ending their synchronized orchestration.

You all but chuckled at the audible jubilation; you could practically hear their eyes sparkling with enchantment as they cheered and clapped upon witnessing such a rare affectionate display between their parents. Even after the mandatory altar kiss, the kids were still bubbling over with joy, perhaps influenced by such an intense, delightful air of love.

The kiss lingered, time seemingly freezing in tune as if the world melted and revolved around you, suspending this tender moment to an everlasting core memory in a sea of recollection. Yet, with much reluctance, you were the first to break the magical spell laid upon her lips, pulling away despite your heart's yearning to savor the embrace just a little longer. After all, you were still in the presence of your children; you wouldn't want the situation to escalate to something much too inappropriate in a public setting.

You sense a slight disappointment from Arlecchino as your eyes open to absorb one another's souls once more. The edge of your lip twitches upward into a knowing smile, and Arlecchino, who notices it, can only shake her head in infinitesimal embarrassment at her sudden need to be as impossibly close as she can be to you.

You lean in close, hot breath trickling against her pierced earlobe as you whisper, "Quite eager are we now, my dearest, Peruere?"

Your voice is laced with playful teasing, yet your vocals do not reciprocate the soul; your body, betraying your hypocritical saying with the factuality of reality being that every fiber of your being is aching with desire for her; you can practically hear your heart racing like a dog off its leash, a clear evidence of your struggle to contain the passion that threatens to consume you whole.

The laughter in your throat burst out of its confinement as you saw a tint of red painting her cheeks. The infamous Knave, Arlecchino, the fourth of the Fatui Harbinger, a woman of near godly power and the Father of the House of the Hearth, whose shyness is one of a thousand lifetimes' worth of rarity, has fallen prey to your shenanigans. Despite the silliness of it all, a warmth envelops your heart in gratitude for having a chance to live in a lifetime where she, whose heart is covered in frost, can blaze in your presence.

The discordant atmosphere slowly faded to one of a gentle breeze, the moon rising to its fullest, symbolizing the dead of the night, where beauty arises in the silence of humanity. Under its moonlit gaze, you drag Arlecchino with you, grinning and laughing like the carefree days when the world was a simpler, less complicated place, one in which your shared young minds felt like their rulers.

Footprints imprint the sand, lasting mere seconds before being washed away by the shore like those traces have simply never existed. Reaching what seems to be the midway point of the enormous coastline, you release your hold on your lover to dance a few inches away, allowing your body to embrace nature's hug.

You let out a sigh of contentment, letting your arm remain outstretched while your eyes linger on the moon. A smile creeps upon your face at the familiarity of such a scene, more specifically the one who illustrates it similarly.

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" You questioned, turning to look at her with closed-eyed grins.

Arlecchino—Peruere, who had not once settled her gaze on where your perspective retained the attention of nods in agreement. Because once the world was obstructed by its blind spot, she had surveyed its scenery and details like an ancient book lost in the depths of falsehood. She had watched her world countless times, wondering how she had been so fortunate to stumble upon such treasure. How can someone like you allow someone like her to take your hand in a marriage vowed to withstand beyond life and death?

"My dear Pierre, are you alright? You seem to be in a daze of sorts."

Half worried and half-amused, you made your way to her, pressing a palm against her forehead to check if the woman had contracted a fever, knowing full well it was rare for such a thing to occur.

"My enchantress, had you not satiated yourself enough with this relentless amorousness?"

Arlecchino's words have you in light giggles; you had not intended for her to feel seduced by you, but it seems your obliviousness has added fuel to the caged flame since the next thing you can render is her lips against yours.

You're left stunted for a while before finally, your body relaxes within her embrace, returning her eager kiss with equal ferocity. You can feel the air in your lungs being drained lifelessly out of its source as if a vampire has wrapped its sharp fangs around your frail neck. You struggle to keep up with the intoxicating atmosphere, trying desperately to chase after her momentum while still maintaining a semblance of control to leave oxygen for breathing.

"Per—peruere—" You choked between the small gap of the kiss, barely allowing even a whisper; no longer are you able to stand in the same balance as hers.

Her ears luckily picked up on your pleas, and immediately she pulled away, allowing you to inhale and exhale in rapid motion in the sudden presence of oxygen once more. She's apologetically whispering countless expressions of regret to the point where her mother tongue and dialect slip into the mixture.

"No—no, it's okay. I-I'm fine now, just... I didn't expect you to be so pent up." 

At your own words, your eyes linger on the bottom half of her body, your point being proven further by the observation of the large bulge that is threatening to be released from confinement. Arlecchino didn't say anything, either out of shame or at a loss for words in the situation that she let advance despite her usual meticulous calculation of actions.

You mentally estimated the distance and the time that would be wasted in making your way to the resort and decided that the sea was much closer.

"Shall we dive into the sea? You look like you require some cooling, do you not, Peruere?"

You speak of teasing remarks whose tone is masked by an innocent facade, making sure to emphasize your point by allowing your body to press up close against her tall, defined stature, an arm around her neck, and another palming the growing arousal. Arlecchino finally registers the escalation of the situation and opts to play along with this little game of yours.

"We shall, my bride."

Without a moment of hesitation or an added explanation, your lover brought your lips against hers, all the while undressing you with practiced ease. You didn't protest her actions, mirroring them by both the kiss and the clothes, which were tossed to who knows where, but amidst the mayhem, you deliberately saved the most anticipated removal, her pants, for last to savor the tense sexual air a little longer.

The moment you have your hands on her zipper, Arlecchino lifts you by the knees, causing a gasp of shock to escape from your swollen lips. This moment of withdrawal allows you to see that she has not worn boxers the whole time and how truly ravenous her cock is with the way it stands tall, twitching.

She carries you into the cold water, and once inside, she leads you to a boulder, remaining silent throughout. This leaves you speechless, your tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth, partly from a lack of words and partly from the freezing temperature.

"All talks with a lackluster action to speak for, and yet you still refuse to commence your needs when necessary; you have not changed once since we were kids."

Fiery energy erupted from Arlecchino's hands, casting a flame not strong enough to scorch you but one that emits gentle warmth throughout the cool surroundings. The burning fire danced harmlessly, its soft glow illuminating the dark space, creating an inviting scenery in contrast to the abyssal one. It paints your features with luminosity; such radiation makes both of your details more prominent for one another's enjoyment.

"Mn, sorry, love, it seems old habits die hard," you whisper, now in a much raspier and softer tone due to the recent past event that conspired.

This time, you take the initiative and lean in for a kiss. What sets this moment apart from the others in spite of the short range of time is that this is driven by a pure, heartfelt love that comes from the very core of your being—and you can tell it is the same situation for Peruere.

Through lidded eyes, you pull away slightly to consent to her entrance. "Go ahead, Pierre. I'm sure it's starting to hurt, and worry not; I promise you that I will mention any sort of discomfort," you murmur, your voice low with reassurance.

Peruere is hesitant as she presses you lightly against the smooth boulder—not that she doesn't have faith in your words—quite the opposite, really. She wouldn't admit it to you, but whenever it comes to lovemaking, the woman is absolutely restless; having you so close and so vulnerable is a core memory everlasting in her heart, yet she's afraid that one day she might accidentally hurt you in some way, somehow, pathetic, isn't it? She is so deeply in love with you that any brute force against you could practically kill her as well.

It wasn't until you pressed a soothing kiss against her temple that she obliged and inserted her throbbing member inside you, starting slow with just the tip. Regardless, a pleasured whimper betrayed your will, excitement coursing through your veins at her entry. This singular expression of enjoyment is all it takes for Peruere to continue, and sure enough, the full length of her consumes your wall like a perfect piece dug through a pile of unmatched pieces in a puzzle.

You arch your back, a hand covering your eyes as she begins to fasten the pace of thrust, a clear sign of a soon-to-be thrilling momentum and a now comfortable adjustment to a once ocean of anxiety.

"Ah...! Mmm... Just like that, Peruere—" Your voice hitched at the sudden intrusion of her mouth against your neck and the tip of her member pressing on your g-spot.

She elevates you higher against the stone, allowing her to be in position for a deeper reach within your core; meanwhile, her free hand uses its thumb to rub against your clitoris, and the added love marks all over your neck and collarbone have your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

It was only a matter of time before your body felt the sensitivity of the stimulation at its maximum, followed by a quickened heart rate, capricious breathing flow, and tension in the muscles around the pelvic area. Clear symptoms of your upcoming climax.

"Peruere—Please, Oh Archons! ... Don't stop!" You cry, practically clawing her back.

Peruere follows with your desperate plea, allowing her to do what she is best at by hitting your g-spot at the precise time, and she is quick to swallow your moans with a feverish kiss as you come to your long-awaited, blissful orgasm.

She keeps her cock inside, thrusting at a gentle and slow speed to prolong your enjoyment in exchange for her own needs. When you come back to your senses, your energy is practically nonexistent, at which point you feel guilt forming when you realize you won't be able to return her pleasure. Sensing your worries, she plants a kiss on your ear, whispering sweet nothings to ease your blameworthiness.

"Stress is not good for the heart, little dove. My pleasure does not account for the one I am rewarded with by seeing you in euphoria; now do not taint this moment with sorrow. Rest now; I will deal with everything."

A small smile curves at the edges of your mouth, a mental note in the back of your mind forming to thank her for this moment later. Safe and content with her, you fall prey to your exhaustion, resting in utter peace without worries, knowing your Peruere is here to protect you from the accursed world.

꧁ᬊᬁ𓆰𓆪ᬊ᭄꧂

When Arlecchino is sure you're comfortable and clean, she finally decides to take care of herself and opts to go for simple nightwear.

She sits on the edge of the bed, a tender expression consuming her face at your moonlit features in such tranquility. Even when you are not conscious, she still feels as if she is protected just by being near your presence, as if away from the judgment of the world where no name of the Knave or Arlecchino is mentioned, a world in which she is only known as Peruere by her one true soulmate.

Peruere, who grew up with nothing, finally has everything she ever wanted.

Arlecchino slips in under the cover, her arms engulfing your body in a protective cocoon.

With you,

Peruere has a reason to live. 

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[amorifleur]

finally posting something art related here and starting off with an eye study 💫

[prettiestlovergirl]

SWEET

tw: MDNI; fem!reader; slytherin! reader; oral (f. receiving); hickeys; kitchen quickie; slightly sub! mattheo riddle; french! mattheo riddle.

concept: an afternoon of baking ends in you covered in a mess your boyfriend, mattheo riddle, is more than willing to help you clean up.

a/n: one of my lovely lovely anons helped me come up with this idea hehe. inspired by me, accidentally covering myself in edible glitter when baking. some idea credit to bratetteprincess who just recently did a latina! reader baking w/luke castellan fic! enjoy, my lovelies! 𓆩♡𓆪

everybody in your house knew that sunday mornings were for your baking.

after two years of begging and pleading with all of your professors, you were given permission to use the kitchens one day a week in order to bake to your hearts desire.

you always liked to experiment with new things. various dyes that stained your hands different shades, new flavors that made your hair smell for days, edible flowers that made you gag.

today, though, you might have gotten just a teensy tiny bit carried away with your current experiment: edible glitter.

you'd been desperately craving carrot cupcakes but after you'd made and decorated them, they just looked so... boring. after glancing around the blissfully empty kitchen, you spotted it: the silver edible glitter just begging to be used.

you pressed the pump once over the baking tray, watching happily as a cloud of glitter flew out and created a glittery sheen over the cream cheese frosting.

long story short, 15 minutes later your cupcakes were perfect and you were absolutely covered in edible glitter.

you'd been in the middle of sliding your pretty pink apron off when your boyfriend, mattheo, came in to bother check up on you. mattheo was practically fucking addicted to you.

he couldn't stand not being around you for more than an hour, and when he was with you? his hands were all over you, constantly touching, grabbing, rubbing, or squeezing some part of your body. not that you really minded, you were just as obsessed with him.

"wow, ma douce (my sweet), did an arts and crafts shop throw up on you?" he asked, his usual teasing smirk on lips as he wrapped his arm around you. he nuzzled his face into your neck, not caring about the glitter transferring to his clothes. "what are you even doing with glitter? thought you were baking." he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"it's edible glitter. my cupcakes looked so boring n i ran out of those carrot n bunny sprinkles i love so... i tried something new." you shrugged, sticking your lower lip out in a pout as you set your glitter covered apron down on the counter.

"edible, huh?" mattheo asked, eyes now locked on the shimmering skin above your collarbone. "mhm." you nodded, not paying much attention to your boyfriend as you attempted to try and clean up your mess.

you paused your actions as he leaned down and took a nice, long lick up from your collarbone to your jaw. you let out a soft gasp while he groaned instantly at the sugar taste, admiring how your skin shined now with both the glitter and his saliva.

"mattheo..." you breathed, your voice a soft whine as he drew his tongue back down. "mattheo, i have to clean up, it's part of my deal with the professors." you whined, trying to move from his grip that only seemed to tighten as you shifted.

he thrived on the sounds of your pretty little whimpers, already getting drunk on the one little taste he had of you. he'd never been so down bad for anyone before, but with you? he couldn't help but want to touch you, taste you, 24/7.

"we are cleaning up, ma douce (my sweet). 'm helping you clean up all this glitter first, you got a big clump right there." he murmured, pressing his lips to the skin and sucking harshly on it, drawing another whimper from your lips.

he sucked on the skin, drawing moan after moan out of you until he could see the beginnings of a pretty purple bruise. "there we go, all gone." he hummed, his hands finding their way up to your chest and squeezing your boobs gently.

you mewled softly as he squeezed, biting your lower lip as he kissed and sucked purple marks all over your neck. you squeezed your thighs together tightly, feeling the wetness pool in your panties.

normally, you'd be upset with the number of hickeys he left, but the way his lips moved in sync with his hands made you a little distracted.

he moved away from your neck, now kissing and swiping his tongue over the skin down your arms. he left the occasional bite mark as he moved, your fingers now digging into his scalp as your breathing got heavy.

"mm, mattheo, now you've got some glitter on you." you pouted, dipping your own head down to lick up the newly transferred glitter. you traced your name on his neck with your tongue, leaving your own series of hickeys on his neck.

"fuck." he groaned, hands still massaging your boobs over your clothes while you suck his neck and paint it varying shades of purple and green.

"you should use this glitter more often." he murmured, to which you simply nodded instantly. you grazed your teeth over his pulse point, giggling softly as he let out his own soft whine. "y'know, i think you've got some more glitter down further. hop up on the counter, yeah? want to check it out." he grunted.

you pushed the cooling rack holding your sparkly cupcakes to the side before lifting yourself up onto the counter. "really want to make sure we get it all off." mattheo hummed, lifting your ass up a bit and dragging your shorts and panties down your legs.

he knelt down before you, pressing a few soft kisses up both of your legs before being face to face with your drooling cunt. "ma douce, douce ange (my sweet, sweet angel)" he crooned, taking a long lick through your puffy folds and watching as your toes curled in pleasure.

"fuck, it's even sweeter than the glitter." he groaned, dipping his tongue right back into your pussy. your head lolled back, teeth trapping your lower lip roughly while your hand gripped the back of his head.

he pinched your clit between his teeth and his tongue before rubbing his tongue back and forth rapidly. he relished in the way your back arched and your moans got louder and louder.

you thanked god for the soundproofed kitchens as you bucked your hips against his face. "mattheo, fuck, mattheo!" you whimpered, his name sounding like heaven from your lips.

his tongue continued to work your sensitive clit as you moaned for more, begged for him to move faster. "god, fuck yes, fuck!" you whined, gripping at his curls tightly while he continued to flick his tongue against your puffy bundle of nerves.

"shit, fuck, mattheo, 'm gonna- fuck!" you moaned, nearly collapsing back on the counter as you came roughly on his tongue and chin. he licked and lapped at your pussy, going until he got every single drop and your legs were quivering from the overstimulation.

he let you catch your breath before eventually helping you back up. you got redressed and together, you picked up the kitchen and got your cupcakes onto your pretty little platter.

later that afternoon, you and mattheo snuggled up together on the couch in the common room, chatting away about whatever nonsense you felt like chatting about.

when your friends came in, their eyes widened in confusion at the sight of you: you were both still coated in glitter with hickeys all over your necks, and you even had bite marks on your arms.

"jesus, did you get into a fight with a sparkly vampire?"

ᵈⁱᵛⁱᵈᵉʳ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵇʸ @ᵐᵘʳᵘᶠᶠⁱⁿ

[grimmixxart]

:[BATIM] Tamed Demon: 𓆩♡𓆪

Maybe my last halloween drawing??

My BATIM ocs! Bonnie and Sammy~ Nun and Demon costumes, I missed them~ Was nice drawing them again heh UwU Art, Bonnie and Sammy by me <3 Please dont use, steal or whatever my oc/sona thank you ♥

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[ctrlemis]

moot game idea what if u put your moots (and you or maybe their bias) in a prompt generator && rate the likelihoods ^^

sure!!

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10/10 — mother and daughter of enhablr fr bring back sei!!!

-1/10 — neither of us can swim😭😭

100000/10 — yall dont know how unserious i find thjs

9/10 — i am SOBBING this is so cute

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[justatypicalwizard]

Meta-isekai | K. Bakugo ✧ Act I Scene II

-`♡´- In which Bakugo gets isekaied into a shoyo romance. -`♡´-

Peak stupidity ⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

Act I 𓆩⚝𓆪

Scene II: Eijiro is a pro basketball player now

ʚɞ “So, first of all let me introduce you to everyone, quietly that is.” The cat tagged along Katsuki's commute to school. Apparently he still went to UA but instead of a hero-school it was now a higher class, yet normal highschool.

“You just do your morning routine and I'll tell you where to go and who is who. Just carry something that I can sit on.” The cat meowed and yawned, digging its nails into Katsuki's school bag. He had to pretend he didn't notice.

“Have you always been such a lil piece of shit?” The boy asked, checking over his shoulder to see if no one spotted him supposedly cursing to himself.

“Same as you. Why do you think we were paired up? Now into the school building!”

ʚɞ Some key information that Bakugo took mental notes of.

ʚɞ He was in second grade. All of his class members were the same with the exception of quirks. Looking at some of them made him shiver, especially Mineta's hairstyle. Somehow it resembled the purple balls of his superpower.

ʚɞ Eijiro was a rising star in basketball. He still dyed his hair and got shit from the teachers about it but since he was one of the school's most promising students they let it slide ultimately. He was loud and obnoxious as always, with a tight group of fanboys circling him and his manliness.

ʚɞ Racoon eyes still had eyes like a racoon. She was devoted to some weird merge of gyaru meets scene meets emo, with dark eyeshadow and contact lenses. Somehow, she also slid past the teachers, always looking down. Guess this world really was a shoyo dream with all the weird loopholes. Anyway, Mina spent most of her time around the basketball team as one of the managers. Also she was not pink, which was weird, but she still kept a pinkish colour, like she was constantly blushing all over her body. Maybe some kind of freaky body paint.

ʚɞ Denki was stupid, blonde and a perverted. No changes here.

ʚɞ Deku was the class nerd with test scores better than college students. He was knuckles down in study groups and tutoring.

ʚɞ The rest seemed to pursue interests that in Katsuki's hero world became secondary. Yaoyorozu was rich and trying to upkeep her appearances (and had a fine china fetish). Jirou played the guitar, Mr. Tight-Pants Fast Legs was school representative, Ochaco was the class (and ass) sweetheart while Icy-Hot still had daddy issues.

At least Katsuki didn’t fall too much out of the loop to draw unwanted attention.

ʚɞ Katsuki v2 (that's how he called him in his head) had a specific crush. It was a girl from a different class that the now Katsuki had yet to meet.

This girl has never held a proper conversation with Katsuki v2 and the Black Cat has no clue why v2 fell in love with her. The cat descended into v2's life when he already developed the crush but failed at achieving anything human-relations wise miserably.

ʚɞ V2 was good at studying, one of the best in class. He also played the drums (good) and was a part of the martial arts club (fucking awsome). He worked-out regularly, ate well and lived with his parents.

ʚɞ He apparently kept close with Kirishima, Denki and Mina-

-who now swarmed him in the classroom.

“Have you heard the tea?” Denki leaned closer to Mina's ear.

“I swear if you stick a wet finger in my ear.”

“Good idea but no.” Dunceface smirked. “Jirou heard that Yaoyorozu went in on Ochaco talking over the phone about how much she crushes Midoriya.”

“And then Pat told Parvatti to tell Ron, whatever. Besides, it's common knowledge that these two belong together.” Mina slumped in her seat, pissed off that Denki's gossip was not juicy.

“Yeah, but I don’t see them getting together anytime soon so it's still spicy.” The (no longer electric) blonde shrugged.

“If you told me Yaoyorozu walked like in on them, then it would be spicy.”

“Kiri, tell her something! I'm supposed to be the perverted one.”

“Well it's not good to spread gossip or invade someone's privacy like that.” The redhead scratched his scalp.

“I need a comrade, not a mum!” Denki started whining. “Bakugo!”

“You're clutching at a straw here.” Mina laughed.

Katsuki wanted to open his mouth and tell them that there are more important things than Deku's miserable love life but then it hit him. For this lot, there weren't any more important things than goofing around, sliding through tests and having crushes. They had a totally normal highschool life without villain attacks, near-death experience and murderous training under Aizawa. And such v2 also had a normal highschool life. Maybe he was more invested in all these dramas?

“They should just fuck each other already.” Katsuki resorted to… something like this.

“Wow dude. So romantic.” Denki said and everyone gawked at Katsuki only blinking. “I always thought you didn't care about these things but I guess I was wrong, Mr. Bombastic. Maybe you'll become a heart-throb by the end of the year if you keep up this attitude.”

ʚɞ In the end Katsuki learned he should just act like himself. 

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[asterias-record-shop]

BINGOO! Can you please write a Miguel O’Hara sugar daddy story with prompt 15? I’m not creative enough to write a description for this but could you add a mention of the age gap? Miguel is Like 30 or something. Reader is young and wants money ofc. They met online and are meeting up irl. Thank youu

—𓆩[mi menté, cuerpo, corazón, y alma]𓆪—

I am so sorry anón honey, I got completely carried away!! I hope you enjoy it though!

𓆩[main masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[request/ask me something!]𓆪 𓆩[updated bingo card!]𓆪 𓆩[bingo masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[join the bingo taglist!]𓆪

𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Modern AU! CEO! Sugar Daddy! Soft! Miguel O'Hara x Sugar Baby! Fem! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut, angst

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 3.1K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - You loved being a sugar baby. Truly, you did. The only con was the fact that you had to get with someone who was literally a hair away from dying, so when Miguel found you, it was truly a saving grace. After a while, he made you cut off all of your other sugar daddies, easily matching what they give you and more. Things have gotten weird lately, though… and you’re not sure how to take it, even when he says everything is ‘strictly pleasure’.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - cursing and foul language || obsessive behavior || sugar daddy & sugar baby relationship || possessive! Miguel || his wife and daughter do not exist anymore 🤍 like at all || Latina coded reader || featuring Jessica Drew as another CEO because we love her (spider-verse variant) || sugar daddy & sugar baby relationship turned real relationship || i speak rancho spanish so i write rancho spanish, it ain’t google translate so it might not make sense- || miguel is lowkey an asshole so he is an asshole now || fighting || you make him fix himself || i’m ngl, i don’t know what the hell i did but i had fun and there’s smut so enjoy || this is so much more kinky than it initially was going to be- || kinda OOC Miguel || sub turned dom! reader || sub! Miguel || sounding || cbt || slight oral || praise & degradation || riding || non-protected sex || cumming inside || ending is supposed to be humorous I’m not weird ||

Finding a sugar daddy that wasn’t quadruple your age was hard. Very, very hard. What was wrong with men? Couldn’t they just become billionaires at twenty-five?

Bastards.

Oh, but then Miguel O’Hara came along. A man in his early thirties that absolutely towered over you at 6’9”, built like a fucking god with looks to match and wealth to pair.

In the beginning, though, you had your doubts, so many doubts. You didn’t know what made him drawn to you in the first place, mainly because you had over five sugar daddies and he easily matched the prices immediately and made you get rid of them. He easily matched all your prices, doing even more before purchasing a test to make sure you were ‘healthy’.

After that, everything else happened extremely quickly - him buying you a car, jewelry and clothes, but the most recent was having you move in with him in his extremely large mansion. The first thing you noticed was that he had nothing in his home that gave it personality. No pictures, just crazy expensive art and photographs of things that were also crazy expensive.

He didn’t even have plants. Or a dog. Or a cat, something to give him some sort of personality besides that stupidly hot face. And stupidly hot money, but that’s why he was at work while you were at a shelter, promising yourself that you’d take some sort of pet home. You had settled on a kitten, a tuxedo kitten with a little bow tie and a mustache, along with small little mittens on his paws.

He immediately curled in your lap, a giggle falling from your lips as you stroked the back of his head. “I’ll take this one… I’m gonna name him Hart.”

And with that, you took him home. You bought him his own bed and all of the toys he could ever want or need, and you sat in the closet you had made his room as you wagged the cat toy in front of him, Jessica on the phone.

“Y/N, I really think you’re going to kill him bringing that cat into his house!” She laughed, snacking on her latest craving.

“Oh, he won’t! You’re being overdramatic, he’s gonna love Hart,” you wiggle the stick some more, the kitten swatting at it as you heard Miguel’s loud voice yell out for you. “Oh! He’s here, I’ll call you later Jess! Love you!”

“Don’t get killed!”

You giggled as you hung up and quickly stood, running out and fixing your skirt. “Miguel!”

He was tired today, you could tell. His body was more tense than you had ever seen, the buttons at the top of his shirt undone and his tie loose with his blazer open. You paused, his clenched fists making you swallow slightly. You had your share of violent lovers, and you sure as hell weren’t going to have another.

“Hola, mi reina,” he whispered, voice hoarse as he set down his briefcase and his fists unclenched. He softly set his hand on your hip, kissing softly against your temple as he sighed. “I’m sorry, it’s been a tough day.”

You inhaled as he softly pressed kisses down your temple around your eye, along the apple of your cheek. “Wh-What happened?”

He shook his head, his hands going from your hips to the pretty skin of your thighs that was exposed by the skirt. “Stupid idiots who don’t know how to fucking do their job.”

You hummed softly as you stroked the back of his head, twirling the locks of his hair with your fingers as you kissed his sharp jaw. You were already on your tiptoes, his hands supporting you as he ducked down. “I’m so sorry, Miguel,” you whispered as he let out a soft hum. “I uhm… I got something.”

“Ah si?” he responded, his hands slipping under your skirt to tease your pretty cunt. “Es esto, mi reina?”

“No,” you giggled, shaking your head. “Lemme show you.”

He smiled as you dragged him along, pulling him toward the closet you turned into the kitten’s room before turning around. “You can’t get mad.”

He started to cross his arms, raising a brow. “Why would I get mad?”

“You won’t be mad because you can’t. That’s my whole point,” you say, nodding firmly. “Okay?”

“You can’t say I can’t get mad and expect me not to get mad.”

“Oh, shut up!” You laughed, shaking your head as he hummed softly and leaned down. “Just… trust me.”

He hummed again as you opened the door, the loud mews of the kitten making his eyes widen. You felt your smile disappear as you inhaled, shaking your head as you turned around. “This is Hart! He’s a little spy,” you giggled, kissing the kitten’s small head. “H-He was named after-”

“I know who he’s named after, Y/N,” Miguel growled, glaring at the kitten in your hand. “Why is it in my house?”

“Our house,” you correct him, a scoff falling from his lips. “What?”

“My house,” he basically growled, stepping forward as you started to step back. “Just because I fuck you like a ragdoll and cum inside of you like a cumdump doesn’t mean that this is your house.”

You inhaled as you held the kitten closer to your chest, scoffing. “You’re a fucking bastard, Miguel O’Hara. This is strictly business as always, isn’t it? You fucking asshole.”

He scoffed as you went around him, shaking his head. “This is mine, Y/N! All of it!”

“It might be yours, Miguel, but you don’t want it! You keep this giant house full of nothing that you love, nothing that you care for! You don’t even have a damn plant here!” You yelled at him, inhaling as you sent him a glare. “You’re a self absorbed bastard, Miguel.”

“I have you here,” Miguel spoke, something that completely betrayed his previous words. “You’re… all I could ever need.”

“You don’t need me though. The only thing that you fucking need is a damn whore,” you shake your head, keeping Hart close to your chest. “I will get myself a lawyer to get myself out of this contract, and we’ll never have to see each other again.”

“Y/N, wait-”

“No! Fuck you!” You were already rushing to your room - which was sadly one you shared with Miguel - locking it before he could come in after you.

“Y/N, amor… mi amor, I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not!” You yelled, sighing. How could you ever think this would go any other way? “Just… go away!”

To be honest, you weren’t sure what made you think you could love him. Actually love him and have it reciprocated, but you didn’t want to leave. You had worked so hard in this relationship with Miguel, gaining his trust and what you thought was his love, for fucks sake you couldn’t lose it now. What he said just… got to you.

It wasn’t until you heard a soft knock that you unlocked the door, Miguel slowly stepping into the room. “What do you want?”

“I just… look at this,” he gave you the binder, swallowing. “If you uhm… look at it, it annuls our last contract… if you sign it, mi amor-”

“What, are you gonna try and bribe me?” I ask, softly scratching Hart’s ear before he gives you the binder.

“Perdóname, amor,” he whispers, slowly falling to his knees in front of you. You certainly weren’t expecting this. “Read it.”

“Summarize it for me.”

“It says that you own me,” he says, tilting his head. “Everything I own, you own. Everything I am is yours,” he takes your hand, softly kissing against your wrist. “I’m sorry… that it took me so long to see how important you are to me. Soy tuyo, mi mente, cuerpo, y alma.”

You swallow as you stare at the dotted line, looking down at him as he kisses your skin. “Tu cuerpo? Es mío?”

He groaned as your hand shapes his jaw, softly tugging on his hair as Hart jumped down, sauntering out of the room as though he knew what was about to happen. “Todo es tuyo, mi amor,” he whispers, groaning as you pull his hair so he’d stare up at you. “Todo lo que quieras, es tuyo. Nomás me digas y es tuyo. Todo, todo es tuyo.”

You hummed, sighing as you moved your hips to come off the bed slightly. “Show me. Show me that you belong to me and I’ll sign it.”

He hummed, sending you a smile as he started to kiss against your wrist. “Of course, mi reina.”

You smile slightly as he starts to tug off his shirt, carefully unbuttoning and kissing along your calf before slipping off your heels. “If this keeps going, Miguel, you need to know that I’m not putting up with your bullshit.”

“Ya se, mi reina,” he whispers, his tongue flattening up your thigh as he pulls down your skirt. “I’m aware.”

“I’m going to sign that shit in your cum.”

He laughed, nodding. “If that’s what you want to do, mi amor.”

You tilted your head down at him, raising a brow. “That raises no red flags?”

“No, they’re actually green.”

You hold back a laugh as he slowly stands up, already taking off his clothes before you put up a finger. “I’m in charge, right?”

“Yes,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “What would you like me to do, hm?”

“Get on the bed,” you say, standing and slipping off your clothes. “Why are you just standing there? Go.”

Miguel smirked slightly, but followed your orders, his bare body looking perfect against the bed. “Well, what do you want me to do next, mi amor?”

You hummed, staring for another few minutes. “Get hard. I’ll be back.”

You go into your closet, but after hearing Miguel’s moans, you knew he listened to what you said. It wasn’t until you went into your drawer filled with sex toys did you know what you wanted to do - oh, you were going to make him sob. You grabbed the small silver toy you had never had the chance to use on him, biting your lip as you finished taking off the rest of your clothes and fixing your bra and underwear.

It was normal to makeup with Miguel with sex, then talk about what happened and why it should never happen again before you fell asleep, resulting in Miguel waking you up with breakfast in bed and another lavish apology gift.

When you walked out, you smiled when you saw Miguel bucking his hips into his hand, his thick cock dribbling precum out of his bright red tip. “Look how pretty your cock is, baby… so, so pretty.”

He lets out a dry laugh, groaning. “Oh yeah? Que vas hacer?”

You giggled, slowly sliding between his legs and taking out the metal sounding rod. “Voy a jugar con lo que es mío.”

He lets out a choked moan as the cold tip of the rod dragged in a circle along the tip of his cock, already lubed up so you wouldn’t hurt him, a giggle escaping your lips as you slowly pushed it into his cock. He lets out a choked moan as you laugh, watching as it slowly disappears inside of his cock.

“Hijo de su pinche madre,” he cursed, groaning as he bucked his hips, stomach clenching as you watched his body slowly fall to your mercy. “Amor, please, please- I'll be good, I just need to fuck you.”

“Cállate,” you ordered, giggling as you pushed it inside until the ring was showing, your mouth latching onto his balls and sucking softly. “Come on, be a good boy and fuck it.”

He cursed as he starts to roll his hips, following the sounding rod as he groaned loudly. One of your hands rubs along his thighs, giggling as you stared up at his face all scrunched and desperate. He really did make a good sub.

“Come on, don’t stop now, Miguel, you’re doing so good,” you move away from his balls but continue to cup them, moving so that his fat cock was settled on his abdomen and you rubbed your now bare pussy against his shaft. “Come on baby, I know you want to cum. As soon as you cum, I’ll put your cock in me and I’ll let you fuck me.”

He groaned loudly, almost growl-like sounds falling from his lips as he forced his hips to go faster, fucking into the sounding rod as he rubbed against your wet cunt. You couldn’t hold back your own moans, the friction of his cock perfect against your cunt and he wasn’t even inside of you yet.

“Amor, please, please!” He was begging to cum, even if he didn’t quite know it yet, a groan falling from your lips as you continued to squeeze and rub his balls. He had never been this quick to cum, and you knew you’d have to try this again soon. “I’m close, chingao, I’m close.”

You let out a laugh as you watch the sounding rod start to be pushed out, pushing it back in as he whined. “Not yet, amor mío.”

“Por favor, mi vida, necesito- fuck!” He screamed out as you continued to hump against his length, pushing and pulling the rod in and out of his cock.

“Say it again. That you’re mine.”

“Fuck, I’m yours! Soy tuyo, mi mente, cuerpo, corazón, y alma, ¡chingada madre!” He yelled out as you finally let go of the sounding rod, watching it pop out of his cock and a perfect, pornographic cumshot follow. You moved your hand from his balls, lifting your hips as you continued to pump his shaft. You watched as the pearlescent liquid spurts onto his toned abdomen, smiling before cupping your hand in front of his tip and gathering his cum.

He panted, watching as you slowly smeared it along your cunt and placed the sounding rod onto the nightstand. “Next time we need to go bigger.”

“Whatever you say, amor,” he whispers, groaning as you pull his cock to push into your cunt, another loud groan falling from his lips. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“I know,” you spoke, laughing slightly as you gasped. No matter how many times his cock was inside of you, you never got used to it. “Fuck, Miguel, It’s like you get bigger every time.”

“Maybe I do,” he smirked, offering that playful wording as you finally sat on his pelvis, groaning loudly. “Look at how perfect you look with my cock inside of you, mi reina. Fucking perfect.”

You whimpered, groaning as you started to roll your hips, his cock feeling as though it was deeper than it ever was. “N-No, no.”

He smirked, tilting his head. “No what, amor? Tell me.”

“Stop that,” you order, knowing damn well if he kept talking like that you’d soon be on your back begging for him to fuck you. That’s now how it was going to happen, not today. “I’m in charge. Not you.”

“I never said you weren’t, amor-”

You leaned forward, pressing your lips firmly to his as he held your hips, helping you rock onto his cock. “Stop talking.”

He laughs as his other hand pulled you in for another firm kiss, your hands searching for the contract before his hips slam up into you. You pulled away, gasping as he lets out a loud groan, cursing. “Thought you needed some help, mi amor.”

Your hands claw against his shoulders as he keeps your chest pressed to his, using his strength to easily thrust up into you. For fucks sake, he couldn’t even let you have this, but you weren’t complaining as he grunted underneath you and you felt his cock rub against every place you ever wanted him to be. He repeatedly thrusted into you at that perfect rate to hit that spot inside of you that just made your body go limp, stomach twisting and turning.

One of the pros of having a man who knew your body like the back of his hand was that you could always count on him making you cum.

You gasped as his cock finally thrusted against that perfect spot that easily made you come undone, mind blurring as you basically see stars right as your nails dig into his skin. Your cunt clenched and squeezed his cock as a result of your orgasm, a hissed groan falling from his lips as he thrusted a few more times and finally came inside of you.

Your eyes rolled back, the added feeling of his cum spurting inside of you, filling you up as your inner thighs started to register slight heat from the power of his thrusts. You panted as you started to sit up, Miguel letting out a slight laugh before you grabbed the sounding rod and the contract.

“Q-Qué estás haciendo?”

You looked up at him, giggling as you dipped the rod into his cum. “I said I was going to sign it with your cum.”

“Mierda, Y/N, don’t do that!”

“What?! You think I was joking?! I said it was a red flag!”

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“What happened to you, Chaton?” she wondered aloud, more to herself than to him. He abruptly sprang into action again, closing the distance between them with incredible speed and agility, and it took all of her focus just to avoid the Cataclysm still bubbling in his right hand. She found herself stepping back—and back—and back again, as his attacks grew fierce and fast. That was until— She hit a wall. Shit.

Triptych Soul by @kuromori4 is out on AO3, folks! Go read the first chapter and share your thoughts on what will happen next! As always, thank you @mlbigbang2024 for this incredible event and all the support we got and kudos to this story's great beta @fandomofone 𓆩♡𓆪

For some context, this is a quick cleaned-up version of one of the very first drawings I did for this story. When I joined this year's ML Big Bang I didn't know what to expect and I never thought I would put a fic with such an angsty vibe in my top 3, but... Kuro's words just reeled me in. This scene in particular was so vivid in my head, that once we were officially paired I just had to put it to paper. A few months and some suit redesigns later, here I go with a better version of it. I hope you'll be as curious as I was to see more!

Disclaimer: I’m sharing my art as fan work, with no commercial use or agenda. All credits for Miraculous’ characters go to the original creators and trademark owners.